Baby Buddha sits on my dashboard in an infinite state of contemplation.
Don’t think that I don’t see him out of my peripheral vision as a single acceleration begins my long day’s journey into work.
Whether I drive five meandering miles per hour or a psychotic eighty makes no difference to the Buddha.
He is The Teacher, stable in serenity, unmoved in meditation.
Even when I am cut off in traffic and explosions of expletives detonate all over Mount Honda, the Baby Buddha sits safely encased in his protective zone of zen.
His integrity and grace annoy and unnerve me.
That is why I slam on the brakes for no good reason, sending the Baby Buddha flying out of his lotus position, sprawling out onto the floor.
I cannot help but smirk as I hear the irritated whisper of a tiny: “What the hell?!”
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Donna Dakota in Word 
is that ditto whispering “what the hell?!”
sierra is talking right now and dana just said “knock it off”
When Sierra can enter a state of existential nothingness (including The Whine), then perhaps she can function on the same plane as Buddha. For now she can just envy him on the dashboard.
Hahaha, good one… (This is Mike pretending to be Shelby by the way)
It is always a good day to send the Buddha flying. (This is Buddha pretending to be me along the way).